R's rue

  Bloggered! Earlier today, a popular international blogger  from Sheffield was trampled to death by a frisky herd of young Jersey cows as he was walking across a field at Stancil Farm north of  Tickhill, South Yorkshire. Known as "Yorkshire Pudding", the 67 year old blogger was lawfully walking  on a designated public footpath when the forty strong herd came thundering across the field towards him. He yelled at the young cows and waved his arms but they were not in  the mood  for mercy. They surrounded Mr Pudding nudging him and pushing heavily against him until he stumbled and fell to the ground. The leader of the assailants was a deranged cow called Buttercup who was  the first to tread upon the retired teacher bringing her full weight of  approximately 70 stones upon her screaming victim's chest.  The other cows followed Buttercup's example and a few minutes later Mr Pudding breathed his last breath. Owner of the her...

 Forgiving myself is a daily act  of grace Acceptance is a daily reminder Cerebral Palsy makes an appearance Every day What I tried to wish away is always with me That is why I must make a call everyday to the only One who gives me perseverance  to make those calls deal with difficulty and understand that I have to  make the decision to be proactive Cherish your health and love yourself no matter what it costs from R's rue https://ift.tt/3av2TEb

 How are you doing My sweet friends  On this beautiful  Friday morn Love and hugs From my heart  To yours from R's rue https://ift.tt/3nfXKox

  It’s a glorious day, bright and sunny. I haven’t done a great deal but wash my new duvet set that Dorothy thoughtfully pissed upon last night and pot up the little french half hanging basket by the front door which had dried out in the dry spell we’re having.  Sea Pinks or drift as it is also known as, wasn’t my first choice for potting up but I think they will look nice flanked by simple white violas , against the old stone of the cottage walls. I repaired my gargoyle , fixing him back on his plinth with some fixative and spoke to Mrs Trellis as I brushed the paths free of blown rubbish. “ I knew you were in “ she observed “ there is washing on the field gate”  Dorothy dozed on the lawn as I watered the planters And as she looked so comfortable  I laid down next to her in full view of passers by and promptly fell asleep from Going Gently https://ift.tt/32F9Xtk